Wears a misty cap.
And the asphalt sings 
With a metallic odor. 

This feeling hangs 
Like a lead shawl 
Drawing down my eyelids 
Against the white sky.

Coastal sage scrub 
Pleads on the side of the I-15
For the brush of a coyote’s tail.
Desperate optimism.

Anger, taps on the glass window
Annoyed that it has to wait.
But it’ll wait, 
Even if it takes all night.

It is better to hash this out.
Kick at the puddles.
Scatter this muddy water 
Across the sidewalk. 

The wet season has been long 
For us. A monotonous drizzle.
White noise and floods 
On a Saturday morning.